This is the ninth part of The Novice story. The copyright statement at the end still applies.
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THE NOVICE - Part Nine
But he knew where he was now, not on the banks of a pool, nor just in the naked company of the Lord but on the altar in the chapel in the naked company of his brethren.
It was Thomas's mouth upon his cock, yet the Lord was still there and Paul began to pant loudly as he felt his long-awaited orgasm approaching.
The vision had seemed so real. Just as some dreams do and yet it had been a waking dream, he had not drifted off into sleep - that would have been impossible in the stimulating circumstances that he was currently experiencing.
Yet he felt that somehow he had been taught something just as much as if he had been with the Master in reality and it made even more sense of the current events and why he was where he was and doing what he was and what he was having done unto him.
It truly was not just a physical experience but also a deeply religious and spiritual one. Perhaps all the physical sensations had helped to provoke the vision or had even provided some form of touch teaching which had mystically communicated the vision experience. Yet Paul could not help thinking that he had experienced a foretaste of Heaven and that what he was undergoing was a taste of Heaven upon Earth.
Nefoedd ar y Byd. Paul could not help but render it in into his native tongue. And speaking of tongues...
Thomas's tongue was continuing its symphony of delight on the glans of Paul's cock.
Paul became aware of the sounds around him, some kind of chanting that was noteless and yet symphonic, blending in with and adding to his ecstasy. For he became focussed not merely upon his cock but on his nipples, ball sac and asshole, all of which were still being stimulated and probed by mouths and fingers of eager and loving brethren. Paul knew it could not be long now before he could hold it back no longer and that while in a way he wished it would, that he should now surrender himself to that moment of release and fulfilment.
It was time to make his first sacrifice and to offer up his life force and essence to the Lord and to his brethren. He remembered the vision and how the Lord had shared the same with him, freely and abundantly, how good it had felt and tasted in that divine moment.
As he did this his panting and moaning began to increase both in frequency and volume and felt his climax begin to build in the depths of his balls and the increasing sensitivity of his cock, his nipples and his ass. He also found the sounds he was making, along with those around him as an encouragement.
Paul began to recite a sacrificial prayer in his mind as his outpouring continued to build.
I am the servant of the Lord, I proclaim he made me so He hath formed me and known me from the beginning He knoweth the gayness of my frame. He createth in me a desire to serve him In love and lust with my fellow men. My body is his instrument, my cock is his sword My ass is his temple, my balls produce his divine nectar. Through the cocks of others I connect with and serve the cock of Christ. He calleth for joyful sacrifice, the fruit of my loins To shoot forth in his praise...
As the last line flowed through his mind his body joined in and Paul could feel the intensity of his orgasm begin. The energy of the whole Universe felt centred on his cock, his balls and his asshole, summoning and encouraging his total surrender to the divine moment. He was gasping and moaning loudly and his breathing was rapid and his whole body was stiffening. His asshole began to contract against the probing fingers and his balls began to pump as his cock stiffened even more inside Thomas's mouth. The seven day reservoir of saved cum began to shoot forth from his ball sac and up the tube of his urethra and to shoot out of the slit of his engorged and throbbing member and into Thomas's eager and receptive mouth, flooding his tongue with its salty sweetness.
For Paul, the waves of pleasure at this orgasm seemed never ceasing. He felt united with the divine in this moment of giving and surrender, as if time and space itself, the spiritual and the corporeal had no barrier, a gossamer thread of differences of being, ruptured to allow passage and connection. It felt as if his orgasm was creating a universe, his exploding semen bring life out of nothingness, creation from his balls being manifested from his throbbing and energised cock. In that moment he felt one with the divine as the orgasm permeated his entire being and his cock rejoiced in its connection with that of Christ and of all men.
Time and space seemed to have no meaning in that moment of supreme ecstasy, filled as it was with a divine fire of surrender and giving as his cock pumped and pumped the divine nectar of his ejaculate. Even as the pleasure finally began to subside and change into post orgasmic soreness and the seminal flow ceased in its intensity and Paul found his consciousness returning to full reality and awareness of his surroundings, Paul felt complete and at peace, drained in one way and yet filled in another. He felt the fingers being withdrawn from his asshole and off his nipples, still tingling from their stimulation and he saw Thomas's mouth withdrawing from his throbbing and spent member. His ears picked up the shouts of his brethren and also their applause and he became aware that Thomas was leaning over him, the sweet and full and cum-tinged lips offering themselves to his which eagerly accepted them.
Their lips touched and opened and Paul tasted his own cum as their tongues met and intertwined, sharing saliva and cum. Paul knew that this had to be, having tasted the cum of all his brethren, the completion required that he also tasted his own. Like his Atreides namesake, he had partaken of the Water of Life and made it his own, transforming and assimilating, its powerful force.
Thomas gently ceased his kiss and drew away so that Paul was lying on his own on the altar, a sign that he should arise. He sat up still shaking from the intensity of his experience, the most wonderful orgasm and ejaculation of his entire life, yet still a promise of many more to come. He swung his legs over and as he did so gentle hands helped him to stand on his feet. He was led slightly away from the altar before being turned to face it and he found that the Abbot and his assistants were already standing in front of it and facing him, the Abbot signifying that he should kneel before them.
Paul obediently dropped to his knees and the view of their cocks filled his sight, they were limp after their earlier outpourings and his own cock was dropping now after its exertions. Erect or not, cock was still cock, an object of beauty and joy to his vision.
"Brother Paul," the Abbot intoned, "you have passed through the ceremony of Holy Welcome and have shared the divine essence of the Lord. We greet you now as a Novice brother and ask you by what name you wish to be known amongst your brethren and in your doings in our Abbey."
Paul looked up at the Abbot's smiling face. There was no hesitation in his reply even though he had not spent much time in cogitation and prayer upon it, but somehow it seemed the most natural choice and of course it had to be a Welsh name.
"Father Abbot, I will take the name of Illtyd."
"So be it Brother Illtyd and so shall it be entered into the records of our Abbey." The Abbot laid his hands upon Paul's head and as he did so gently pressed Paul's head down so that his lips touched the Abbot's cock. Paul kissed it gently and reverently, as if it were the cock of Christ which in a sense it was, an icon of the great creative cock-force of the Universe.
The hands were withdrawn and Paul looked up at the Abbot once again.
"And now Brother Illtyd, you must accept the tokens of your Novitiate through which you will be taught and learn our disciplines and our Rule. Each one you must accept of your own volition, though they may seem strange to you. To learn and enjoy our great freedom you must, like our Lord, become the slave of all."
Paul saw Columba hand something to the Abbot and Paul saw that it was a studded leather collar. "The first token is this slave collar which you must wear when commanded by your teachers. It proclaims that you are a slave of Christ whose service is perfect freedom. Do you accept this token?"
"I do," was Paul's simple reply. His surrender of self felt natural.
The Abbot held the token out for Paul to kiss and he duly planted his cum-adorned lips upon it.
The collar was placed around his neck and fastened. It felt strange and yet not strange, almost thrilling in the anticipation of things to come.
"Receive this token with humility and joy Brother Illtyd, may it remind you and teach you the ways of service."
"Amen," said the brothers who were gathered around Paul and the Welcomers.
Columba passed the second token to the Abbot, Paul could see it was a leather chest harness, again studded, the different straps radiating out from a central chrome ring.
"The second token is this harness, again which you must wear when commanded by your teachers. It proclaims that you accept the harness of the Lord whose yoke is easy and whose burden is light. Do you accept this token?"
Again Paul replied in the affirmative. Again he was given it to kiss.
In a few seconds the harness was in place and adjusted around his chest, tight yet not too tight and which seemed to have the effect of projecting his nipples forward slightly.
"Receive this token with humility and joy Brother Illtyd, may it remind you and teach you the bearing of burdens and guard your heart."
Again the brethren said Amen.
"Rise brother for the third token."
Paul obediently rose as Columba handed a leather jock strap to the Abbot.
"The third token is this jock to gird your loins yet still reveal the nakedness of your soul. You must wear it when commanded by your teachers. It will support and yet allow openness. Do you accept this token?"
"I do." Paul kissed it reverently, his nostrils picking up the smell of the leather as he did so.
The Abbot knelt down so that Paul could step into the jock and he then pulled them up into place. The soft leather felt good against Paul's cock and balls as they nestled into the pouch. Paul noticed that there was a zip fly on the front of the pouch which the Abbot pulled down so that the pouch split in two and the Abbot gently pulled his cock and balls through the opening so that they were exposed to sight.
The Abbot stood and intoned again. "Receive this token with humility and joy Brother Illtyd, may it remind you and teach you of the Trinity of your loins and how they may serve God and your Brethren."
Another Amen came loudly and enthusiastically from all around.
Paul wondered if there were any more tokens to come. He did not have to wonder long as Columba passed the fourth token to the Abbot.
It was just as well he was still standing as his eyes latched on to the fourth token, in some ways it was disconcerting and yet he knew he must surrender and in that surrendering find fulfilment.
Paul looked at the leather belt from which hung a chain and the black plastic butt plug that dangled from it.
"This fourth and final token which you must wear when commanded by your teachers and which you must take at their command. It is a sign and token of being penetrated by the love of God and the cock of Christ through the cocks of your Brethren. Do you accept this token knowing that you must receive it now?"
After Aidan's cock in his asshole earlier in the ritual, it did not appear that it would be a problem to Paul for him to take it then and there. His asshole was still well lubed with the additional lubrication of Aidan's cum so he had no hesitation in indicating his acceptance.
The belt was fastened around his waist, the Abbot lifted the chain so that the butt plug was before Paul's lips and he kissed it reverently. The Abbot indicated to Paul that he should turn around and bend forward which Paul obediently did.
He felt the plug being slowly pushed inside his asshole and as expected, it entered easily although there was a slight moment of discomfort as the widest part of the plug, which as wider than Aidan's cock had been, prised his asshole a little wider before it slid inside and as it entered the Abbot intoned:
"Receive this token with humility and joy Brother Illtyd, may it remind you and teach you of openness and submission to the will of God."
The loudest Amen of the night came from the assembled brethren.
"Behold Brother Illtyd who was Paul. He has now fully entered the Novitiate of our Order of St Priapus through the ritual of sacrifice and sharing and the surrender of his body before God. We welcome him to our community in the name of Christ, may he be a blessing and be blessed and may his cock join with our cocks in the service and worship of God," Abbot Ignatius's voice was then almost drowned by the growing chorus of acclaim.
Paul, now Brother Illtyd, Novice of the Monastery of St Priapus, stood before his brethren and felt his heart and mind and body and spirit totally satiated yet totally curious and yet confident in the future. It had been one of the longest days of his life and also the most unique day of his life, nothing would be as it had been ever again.
Although the ceremony was not quite over and there was another hymn and then the blessing and doxology to follow, it would all be an anticlimax after all that he had experienced. The vision was still clear in his mind and he sensed that the Lord was still very near and that he always would be.
We will leave him, dear reader, as he stands tall and proud, wearing his tokens, his body infused with the divine essence, his heart and mind surrendered to loving and serving the God who had made him, a homosexual son of a loving and giving Father.
Sleep well Brother Illtyd, cysg yn dawel, we will pop in again to check your progress and may we be inspired by what we find.
THE END
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